Istanbul, 24 hours at a time!
While traveling to visit Sweden we were fortunate enough to find a flight with a long, actually very long, layover in Istanbul. Technically speaking, I am uncertain if 35 hours in an airport can be called a layover. More like a temporary abandonment, a prolonged respite from travel, but certainly not a simple layover. Being an optimist, I think it’s best to call it a mini-vacation.
In the wake of today’s horrific events I started to ponder, as I typically due during such unwarranted acts of violence, when will this end?! The answer is always never. As much as I want to have faith in the human race, as much as I used to believe in the power of good prevailing over the darkness of evil, reality jolts me into the harsh, unstable world which I inhabit.